Note: I'm writing this story for a friend and will try to post something new every day...please be warned it will be awesome...
Just then, a horrible sense of impending awesome began to loom on the horizon...
...it was that day when the zombie-pires closed in for the attack, their fangs drawn in anticipation, their hollow, soulless eyes agape with unquenchable hunger, their moans the only sounds in the stillness of the night...
Suddenly, a tap sounded against the window-pane. Was it just an errant leaf, blown about by the wind? No; the air was strangely still this night. What could it be? She turned to look through the glass in innocent curiosity. Just as she was almost certain there was nothing there, a white, bloodied hand slammed against the window with a heart-stopping swiftness and fury. A horrid, dreadful face appeared, pale white, the face of no living thing. A scream rang out. Was it hers, or this monster's? No matter; it saw her and knew there was food inside...
Peace,
JT
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